Ah, blogger. How I miss the days where blogging came naturally, the days where I would just turn on my lappie and immediately start blogging. Where once upon a time, I had loads to say has now turned into complete silence. I think it is fine time I explain myself.
It's been more than a month now since I left home, and the good ol' Malaysia Blues has still yet to kick in. I returned home recently (and from now on, home is where my parents are) and got a little pick-me-up. Refreshed and rejuvenated with mom's constant, annoying attention, it has finally struck me as to why I don't miss home.
As we all know, I no longer have a boyfriend back in Malaysia. Anyone who actually follows me on my blog would know that. And while I am in good terms with him technically, I have no intentions of returning to that emotional state which I can only describe as hell. So boys is a definate strike off for reasons for my return to Malaysia. As for my immediate family, from here on out, my parents will be travelling, constantly. Strike them off that list too. Highschool friends have all left me to numerous places so they could become fantastic people that will make this world a better place as well as provide me with cheaper means of getting anything medical related :) My extended family is used to not having me around, and even if they aren't, I realise I wasn't exactly someone they would always turn to. My Baha'i friends have gotten used to everyone leaving, so there are no worries there.
Count that all off, and you'd see, there isn't really a reason for me to go back to Malaysia. Of course, my University friends back in notts in KL are a reason, but by majority, I feel like there is no reason for my return.
This may be depression. This may be me expressing my hatred towards my home. Or this may be my way of saying I miss home.
What matters is, if I could, I wouldn't go back.
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